He slipped out of your life.
Have you noticed?
Has it been a day, a week…a year?
What once was is now a memory.
Do you feel it, his absence?
Does it even matter?
The seasons have changed.
Yet the sun is cold.
There is a void, but is it empty?
Is the effort too much?
The slipping too easy?
Is there blame?
The light has faded,
The colors too.
A faint essence remains.
He slipped out of your life.
Visible, yes.
But ultimately gone.
©️MichaelRohrer
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